This is just a story I wrote as a fan(: 

Sorry if Chelsea comes off as "Bree-ish" I tried to stray away from that(: 

I hope you like it, though. 

 

My name is  Chelsea Simmons. I'm sixteen years old and I was born Trait Positive. 

 

If you don't know what that means, get with the picture. Basically, I've got an unnatural ribozyme count in my bloodstream that makes my blood help people live longer. 

 

Bottom line: my blood is like the fountain of youth. 

 

Sucks, huh?

 

I mean, you can't control what's in your blood and what isn't. Well, at least normal people can't. Maybe aliens can. I'm not really sure. We don't have that much information on aliens yet. When we do, I'll be sure to ask about their blood. 

 

Until recently, I didn't know I was adopted. I was originally born in Annecy, France to a family who was part of the Hymn of One, but gave me up to a family that would raise a Trait Positive girl. Someone in the United States. 

 

I don't remember anything about France. After all, I was raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma my entire life. I remember Woodland Hills mall and going for walks in LaFortune Park. 

 

That is, until my parents pulled me out of school when I entered my Freshman Year of High School at Edison. One minute I was going; the next... home school.

 

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But spending every moment with them and not getting to see my friends? It's torture. I didn't know why they did that until I met Jonas Wharton. 

 

 

-CONTINUEDINANOTHERPOST-

 

It wasn't quiet and it wasn't nice. It was actually pouring rain. I was running back to my house from a grocery store run and he was parked outside my house with two other people: another guy and a girl. I was running up my tremendously steep driveway to get away from the rain when he jumped out of his car and started running towards me. 

 

If I had known Jonas, I would've thought this was normal. But I didn't know him so, obviously, I went into little child mode, dropped the bags of groceries, and ran faster, screaming as he tried to drag me down the driveway. 

 

What surprised me was that my parents didn't come outside when I screamed. They were always home... never went anywhere. That's why I went to the grocery store. Because my parents wouldn't. 

 

"MOM! DAD!" I screamed, kicking and punching the air around me in attempt to hit my kidnapper. 

 

"Sh! We're trying to help you! Calm down!" He said to me, his grip on me never faltering for a moment. My thrashing didn't stop though. I screamed again and felt his hand cover my mouth as we reached the bottom of the driveway. 

 

My parents finally came running out of the house and into the pouring rain. 

 

"Chelsea!" They screamed, running down the dangerous steps that got people to our front door. Jonas shoved me in the car and I screamed further as the girl shoved her hand over my mouth. 

 

"Shut up! Damnit! Shut up! You're giving me a headache!" She screamed at me. Jonas got in the car and floored it, speeding away from my house and up the long winding road to the main street. 

I screamed through the girl's hand one last time and looked back at my house as my parents ran out in the street, stopping when they realized they couldn't catch me. 

-continued...again-

My screams stopped and the girl's hand was removed from my mouth, at the ready to cup it over again if needed. She pushed me to the side and I squealed. 

 

"God, what now?" She asked me. I held my hand over my arm and the girl's eyes widened. 

 

"Jonas, she's already getting shots," She said. Jonas looked back at us and I let go of my aching arm immediately. 

 

"Have your parents mentioned anything about something called, 'the ceremony'?" He asked, stopping gently at the last stop sign of my neighborhood. He sped up again and turned at the first stop light. It was late and there weren't many cars out. 

 

I nodded slowly. "They said I was the star and it was my destiny to complete it. Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. How did he know about the ceremony? Was he a part of it too?

 

"Shit. Shit!" Jonas shouted, banging on the steering wheel. My eyes filled with worry; what was the big deal about the ceremony? This was really starting to freak me out. 

 

"What's big deal? Lucy said I would be fine!" I shouted, leaning forward in my seat to grip the back of Jonas's. He sped up and turned a corner, pulling over. He turned to me, his brows furrowed. 

 

"You know Lucy?" He asked. I nodded and he put his hand to his head, running it through his hair. The car was silent until the other boy spoke. 

 

"When is your ceremony?" He asked. 

 

I contemplated answering him. What if he was one of those people Lucy had told me about? One of the ones who was trying to stop my ceremony and kill me instead? Of course, my conscious was telling me that they didn't seem like the type of people that would do that. They seemed like they genuinely wanted to help me from... whatever was going to hurt me. 

-still continued-

 

"About two months. In May," I said, leaning back into the car seat and crossing my arms over my chest. I shifted in my seat, hating the feel of my soaked jeans. Why tonight, of all nights, did it have to rain? 

 

"I wish it were closer; then we wouldn't have to keep you for that long," The boy said, looking down at his perfectly dry clothes. 

 

"Excuse me?!" They were going to keep me until my ceremony was over?! A week and a half? I still had preparing to do; the ceremony was what I was born to do. I couldn't be kidnapped when the day came!

 

"Uh, no thanks, I'm going to pass on your offer; thanks though," I responded, shaking my head violently and looking for a way to get out of the car. These people were somewhat polite and all, but I didn't know them. I wasn't going to stay with them for five more minutes, let alone two months. 

 

"It wasn't an offer," Jonas replied, locking the car doors. I stopped looking for a way out and started looking for a weapon. These people were seriously taking me away from my family. 

 

Jonas floored the car again, speeding onto the strip of road and barreling through the stoplight. The few people coming the other way screeched to a halt to avoid hitting our speeding vehicle. 

 

"Hey! That's illegal!" I pouted, sticking my lip out. I wasn't a big fan of breaking the law, even if it was just taking a necklace from Forever 21, which everyone did. 

 

"We've done things way more illegal than that," The girl said with a slight chuckle and sarcastic tone. "I'm Sarah, by the way." She said as she raised an eyebrow at my clothes. I looked at hers and did the same thing. I was wearing an Edison hoodie and jeans while she wore a form fitting, revealing black t-shirt with dark wash jeans. 

 

&c

 

 

 

 

I didn't really know if I was going to like her at that point; I'd give her a chance, I supposed. 

 

I noticed the other boy speaking into a video camera and I stopped and stared at him. He noticed and turned to me, camera lens right in my face. 

 

"Uh, hi?" I question, scrunching up my ski jump nose. He laughed and zoomed in on my confused stare. 

 

"I'm Daniel. We vlog a lot; more than once a day. You should try it sometime," He said with a smile. I nodded politely and smiled as he clicked the button off. I wondered how long he'd been filming; did he get my kidnapping? 

 

"So.. where do you guys stay here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. There weren't many hotels in Tulsa; not a whole lot of people decided to vacation in such a boring town. 

 

"We're at the Red Roof Inn by Highway 169," Jonas responded, turning into said Inn. I didn't live very far from it. But with it's location by the highway, it made an easy getaway. 

 

He pulled into the parking lot and Sarah took me by the arm, jerking me out of the car. She held my shoulders firmly, guiding me to the door of the inn. We walked right past the man at the front desk and I smiled a friendly smile towards him so I wouldn't look like such a captive. He smiled back but warily watched us walk down the hall. 

 

I was shoved into the hotel room that would hold me prisoner for the next few hours. Luckily, I got my own room. Unluckily, it was adjoining with the other's. 

Oh, and I got one of those super uncomfortable beds that fold out of the wall. What a great night. First, I'm kidnapped. Second, I have to stay at this hotel and sleep on one of the most uncomfortable beds in history. Could life get any more horrible? 

 

-continued-

I flipped the television in the room on, disappointed to see that I only got basic cable in the little room. I flipped on Nick at Night, channel 33, and was happy to see it was finally Fresh Prince of Bel-Air time. I laughed as Carlton turned up his music and did the Carlton dance. Soon enough, my eye lids fell heavy with sleep and I drifted off, snuggling into the itchy blankets. 

 

That's how it happened. Nice time, huh? 

 

I've been with them for about two weeks so far and it hasn't been as bad as I made it out to be. Sarah and Daniel fight a lot, then make up, then fight again. I spend a lot of my time with a book on the back porch or cooking something in the kitchen. There isn't much to do when you're on the run from the Order. 

 

Obviously, I'm not doing the ceremony. If it is what Daniel, Jonas, and Sarah are saying it is, it's bad. And I do not want to be 'the star'. 

 

I haven't done any video blogs yet. I've been in one or two, but only for a few seconds. I try to stay away; apparently, The Order is looking for me. Which means one thing: House Arrest. 

 

That morning, I was planning on getting up and painting. Something I hadn't done in a while; but, of course, the others had other plans. 

 

I walked out into the main sitting room of the suite and found Jonas looking stressed out at the kitchen table. He was talking to himself. I walked over to him, hands on my hips. 

"Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" I asked him. He looked in front of him and then up at me and I realized he was making a vlog. I felt my cheeks heat up as I started to back away. 

 

-continued-

"Wait! Do you want to make one?" He asked, grabbing my arm. He pointed the still filming camera at me. My copper red hair was a mess and I was in a tank top and boxer shorts. Did he think I wanted to make one now? 

 

"Uh, I think I'll pass. I'm not too great in front of the camera. Later, maybe," I said, shielding my face and running back to my bedroom. He filmed the door shutting and I heard the camera turn off. 

 

When I came back out about fifteen minutes later, they were all in the living room. They stopped talking when I entered and looked up at me. 

 

"This is all her fault, Jonas. If you didn't insist on kidnapping nine-" 

 

"I'm sixteen!" I protested, pouting my lips. Sarah rolled her eyes and continued on with her rant. 

 

"Year olds, we wouldn't be in this mess! Damnit, guys," She stood up and stormed out of the room. I sat down in her place. 

 

"What's going on?" I asked gingerly, playing with my fingers. I stared at my bare legs and bit my lip, afraid to hear their response. 

 

"They found us, Chels. Daniel was at the store and he saw a watcher; we have to go," Jonas responded, putting his head in his hands. 

 

My mouth tasted of metal. How could they have found us? We were careful and didn't do anything that would give us away. 

 

"Where will we go?" I asked. I made eye contact with Jonas. His eyes were full of worry, angry, and apologies. I gave him a sympathetic smile and urged him to tell me the truth. 

 

"Do you have money?" 

 

That wasn't the answer I was looking for. I nodded slowly and replied. 

 

-continued-

"About $5,500 in a trust fund my grandma left when she died. Then I have about $700 from babysitting kids in the neighborhood in my wallet. Why?" 

 

"That's $6,200. Definitely enough to fly us somewhere," Jonas thought out loud. My mouth gaped open without me thinking about it. They were going to take my money? Yeah-- don't think so. 

 

"That was supposed to pay for my education. Do you expect me to pick up a career in 'hoboing'?" I hissed, putting my hands on my hips and cocking my leg out in front of me, my pelvis bone shifting. 

 

"Hoboing, no. Vagabonding, maybe," Daniel joked, jousting me with his finger. I rolled my eyes and stifled a laugh, trying to keep an angry face. 

 

"Fine... but not now. Let's get out of Oklahoma first and then we get on a plane," I growled, stalking back off to my room to pack my stuff. Living on the run was tough... and I don't know if I could eat one more cheeseburger. I needed steak or a homemade cookie... something! No more fast food. I was going to end up like that really famous documentarist that ate nothing but McDonalds for a month. 

 

Really fat and unable to breath. I don't think I even liked the thought of it. Ugh.

 

That night, I savored the itchy blankets and rock hard mattress. Well, that's what it had felt like when I thought I'd be staying there longer. Now it felt like a soft, feather down comforter on a bed made of... something really soft. 

 

There's nothing like knowing you'll be sleeping on park benches and hard concrete to make you appreciate nasty hotel beds. 

 

We got up at the butt crack of dawn the next morning and sleepily shuffled out of the hotel room and to the car. I immediately stuffed my baby duffle bag against the window and shoved my head on it, my eyelids closing tightly. 

 

-cont-

Finally... sleep. 

 

I relished in the silence for oh... two minutes before Daniel decided it was too quiet and turned it on the local trash station, 106.9 and rap music filled the car. I almost gagged; rap music disgusted me. I'd much rather be listening to 95.5; country. 

 

"Daniel, really? Rap music, out of everything on the radio?" I asked, my eyelids fluttering open as an annoyed glared glazed over my eyes. 

 

"Rap music is bomb, Chels. I don't know what you're talking about," Daniel scoffed. And to further my annoyance, he turned it up louder. 

 

How does he annoy me? Let me count the ways... 

 

"Gross, Daniel. It's sick. I don't know if we can be friends anymore," I joked, looking out the window as rain spattered the panes. It rained constantly here; and when it rained, the ground got soggy. And believe me: soggy ground is not fun. At all. 

 

We drove for what seemed like forever. I'd gone through nearly every magazine Sarah had three times; I now knew the secrets of the bedroom, red flags on why you should break up with someone, and what diet book is best. 

 

Barf. 

 

Finally we had to pull over to get gas. I noticed we weren't yet out of Oklahoma but we were pretty close. Probably on the border to Texas. 

"Okay, everyone into the gas station; get reading material, food, whatever you need. We won't be stopping again for a while," Jonas instructed. I rolled my eyes and stealthily grabbed the camera from the front and hurried off to the bathroom. 
I climbed into a stall and slammed the toilet seat down, holding the camera as far away as possible. I turned it on and stared into the lens. 
-continuedagain-

"Uh, hi everyone... I'm Chelsea. I haven't ever really done this before but... everyone else seems into it so I figured, "why the hell not? i'll give it a shot." Heh, that rhymed. So... we're out and about again. I'm not a big fan of running around like chickens with their heads cut off, but then again... I think I like it more than actually having my head cut off. So... running it is! Uhh..." 

 

As I struggled to find my words, the door to the bathroom slammed open. How in the...? You had to have a key to get in here. 

 

I turned the camera around to face the stall door and peered underneath the door. The shoes were big, black, clunky, and unfamiliar. 

 

The person clicked his tongue as if he were calling a dog. "Here Chelsea... here, girl. I know you're in here,"

 

I had to stifle a gasp. He was looking for me and here I was, talking to a camera in a bathroom stall with nowhere to run to. I jumped and nearly fell off the toilet seat as the farthest stall door was slammed open. It bounced against the wall, echoing through the empty bathroom. 

 

Then the next, then the next. 

 

The stall right next to me slammed open and I quickly turned the camera around to face me. 

 

"If anyone sees this, please, help me. My name is Chelsea Simmons, I'm sixteen years old, and I live in Oklahoma. I'm at the border of Texas, maybe a little past it. I don't know if any of that helps, but if it does, please... please I don't want to die!" 

 

I screamed the last few words as I dropped the camera on the dirty bathroom floor, the stall door opening violently and the large man took me by the waist. He carried me out of the stall and shoved me in a big black Escalade that waited ominously outside of the QuikTrip. 

-continued-

"JONAS!" I banged on the tinted window of the SUV, hoping he would hear me. He came running out of the gas station, helplessly watching the car pull away. Soon enough, he sprinted after the car, trying to catch up. I looked out the back window, screaming. 

 

He finally had to stop, standing in the middle of the road as the car sped up to 70 MPH. I screamed again, tears streaming down my grimy cheeks. 

 

I thought I'd tire out but... I didn't. I kept screaming and crying, my chest heaving up and down violently as I gasped for breaths. You'd also think the people driving the car would get tired of me. 

 

That, would be a correct thought on your part. 

 

After about five minutes of screaming and crying, they hit me over the head with something big and clunky. When I kept crying, they hit again. My vision danced in front of me, but it wasn't sugar plum fairies dancing. 

 

More like... death fairies, if that's possible. 

 

As my sight slipped away from me, I felt my skull get bashed again. Then once more before I completely passed out. 

 

And let me tell you, being hit over the head with a big, hunking unidentified object is not the best experience in the world. To tell the truth, it sucks. 

 

A whole freaking lot. 

 

-finally done!-

 

A/N: 

So...

was it terrible? 

I'm working on the second chapter right now, but if it's really bad, I won't continue. 

I apologize for the crazy length. 

If you read all of it, thank you so much!